SCENE II.

HAVE-AT-ALL: _after a while_, MOTH; SLICER _and_ HEARSAY _watching_.

HAVE. What, no man yet march by? Whoe'er comes next, I'll give him one rap more for making me Stay here so long.

So, so, here he is; how shall I do to know whe'r he be a gentleman, Or yeoman, or servingman. I think I'd best suppose him all, and beat him through Every degree; and so I shall not wrong him. What? Who goes there?

MOTH. Waes-heal,[207] thou gentle knight.

HAVE. Waes-heal, thou gentle knight? Speak, what art thou? Speak quickly do. Villain, know'st thou not me?

MOTH. Now, by my troth, I know not your name; Whider I shall call you my Lord Dan John, Or Dan Thomas, or Dan Robert, or Dan Albon. I vow to God thou hast a full fair chine. Upon my faith, art some officer.

HAVE. Have you the pox, sir? speak.

MOTH. No.

HAVE. No, nor yet An ache in your bones?

MOTH. No.

HAVE. No! why then you are No gentleman; Lieutenant Slicer says so. This cudgel then serves turn.

MOTH. You will not foin,[208]

HAVE. I will not foin, but I will beat you, sir.

MOTH. Why intermete[209] of what thou hast to done;[210] So leteth me alone, 't shall be thy best.

HAVE. I fanci'd you a beating; you must have it. You shall not say but I will show you favour: Choose whether you will be hacked with my sword, Or bruis'd by my battoon.

MOTH. Dre not thy true And poynant[211] morglay[212] out of shete. Lo, thus Eftsoons, sir knight, I greet thee lowting low.

HAVE. Down lower yet.

MOTH. Reuth[213] on my grey haires.

HAVE. Yet lower. So, then, thus I do bestride thee.

MOTH. Tubal the sonne of Lamech did yfind Music by knocking hammers upon anviles. Let go thine blows; thylke art is no compleat.[214]

HAVE. Dost thou make me a smith, thou rogue? a Tubal?

MOTH. Harrow[215] alas! Flet, Englond, flet, Englond! Dead is Edmond.

HAVE. Take that for history. O brave lieutenant, now thy dinner works!

MOTH. I nis not Edmond Ironside, God wot.

HAVE. More provocation yet? I'll seal thy lips.

MOTH. A twenty-devil way! So did the Saxon[216] Upon thylke plain of Sarum done to death By treachery the lords of merry Englond, Nem esur Saxes.

HAVE. Villain, dost abuse me In unbaptized language? Do not answer: [MOTH _entreats by signs_. If that thou dost, by Jove, I'll strangle thee. Do you make mouths, you rascal, thus at me? You're at dumb-service now. Why, this is more Unsufferable than your old patch'd gibberish: This silence is abuse. I'll send thee to The place of it, where thou shalt meet with Oswald, Vortigern, Harold, Hengist, Horsa, Knute, Alured, Edgar, and Cunobeline. [SLICER, HEARSAY _step in_. Thus, thus I sheathe my sword.

SLICER. Redoubted knight Enough: it is thy foe doth vanquish'd lie Now at thy mercy. Mercy not withstand; For he is one the truest knight alive, Though conquer'd now he lie on lowly ground.

HAVE. Thou ow'st thy life to my lieutenant, caitiff: Breathe and be thankful.

MOTH. I rech[217] not thine yeft;[218] Maugre[219] thine head; algate[220] I suffer none. I am thine lefe, thine deere, mine Potluck Joan.